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Brian Eno David Byrne

America is waiting for a message of some sort or another. Takin' it again. Again! Again! Takin' it again. Well now... no, no... now, we ought to be mad

Talkin' funny and lookin' funny and talkin' 'bout "Nobody loves(?) me" you make yourself look bad. Help me somebody. You need to take a good look at

I think I waited too long I'm moving into the dollhouse Some days we exercise Some days we harmonize Look away, look away, look away- oh yeah Emily

A truck parked this morning- outside the groc'ry store Friends face the future- they're wearin' summer clothes Great cosmic forces- like fallin' dominoes

Saw the wandrin' eye- inside my heart Shouts and battle cries- from ev'ry part I can see those tears- ev'ry one is true When the door appears- I'll go

Do you hear voices? You do, so you are possessed. You are a believer, born again And yet you hear voices and you are possessed. Ok, are you ready to

I'll build a house- of water I'm searching high- and low Underneath the waves Where they hit the rocky shore Out by the lighthouse Heard nature say "

Ev'rybody says that the living is easy I can barely see 'cause my head's in the way Tigers walk behind me- they are to remind me that I'm lost- but I

America is waiting for a message of some sort or another. Takin' it again. Again! Again! Takin' it again. Well now... no, no... now, we ought to be